The wolf's secret heir

doned, the wood dark and the windows covered in grime. But there was a faint light coming from in

ly sound. She reached the door and hesitated, her hand hovering ov

ing, and the door creaked open. Lucas stood there, his amber eyes widening in surprise as he saw she and Sarah. He looked different from how she rememb

confusion and caution. "What are you doing

side, opening the door wider. "Come in," he said, his tone cautious. She and Sarah stepped inside, the cabin's interior diml

intly of wood smoke. He closed the door, turning to face them.

learly struggling to process the information. "When?" he finally asked, his voice low. She swallowed. "From the night we... the night we... the night we were together." Her voice t

isbelief and something else-something that looked a lot like fear. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voic

ides, his gaze locking onto hers. "there's something I need to tell you," he said, his tone more serious than she had ever heard it. "Something importan

sarah, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Can we talk alone?" Sarah glanced at her, then back at him

be gathering his thoughts, searching for the right words. "That night we met...

not... like other people. I'm a... a werewolf." For a moment, there was stunned silence. The word

d to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. His expression was grave, his eyes pleading for understa

Werewolves were creatures of myths and legends, stories told to scare children. They weren't...

id, her voice shaky. He nodded. "Yes. I didn't mean to drag you into this, Clara. I didn't expect..

nted." She finally found her voice, though it was shaky and unsure. "Wait... are you s

lanation." She felt like the room was spinning, her legs suddenly weak

ar and disbelief clashing violently with each oth

her voice raw with hurt. "Why did you

u to look at me like... like this. Like I'm some kind of m

now I don't know what to think." He moved toward her,

of me that's different. But I would never hurt you. You have to b

. different? What does that mean?" He hesitated, clearly unsure. "I don't k

er eyes widening. "What do you mean? Who would want to hurt us?" His face darkened. "There are others like me. And there

her like a dark cloud. She had thought finding him would bring clarity,

s. His touch was warm, reassuring. "We stay hidden. I'll protect you, both of you. But we have to be careful. No o

gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Sarah." He nodded, his expression grateful. "Thank you, Sarah. This isn

r. As the night wore on, they talked-about his world, about the dangers they might face, and about the life growing inside her. It was overwhelming

ture. But she knew one thing for sure: she would do whatever it takes to protect her ch